maybe i was acting cool because in 7th grade my family and i went camping (bughlllgghhh) and i was sitting alone at a picnic table happily making my way through a package of double stuf oreos (why does nabisco spell "stuf" with only one "f"?) and a live thing (it was a man deer i think) came up to the picnic table and pulled my oreos over to himself with his teeth and polished off the rest of them in one graceful movement. i guess he was on his period (he he he he) i just sat there. like shocked. i didn't move. then he turned around and just walked back into the forest. i mean, that was a close call.
well last monday moosie with only one antler came reeeaaaal close to the main building and all the residents were standing around the windows with their cameras and binoculars like it was a zoo. and we have a French Chef Named Y. Droogsmans (yes, real) who has a terribly harsh French accent and while the residents and i were gathered around the window checking out the moose, Y. Droogsmans came BOLTING out of the kitchen screaming. he waddled (he's fat) outside in his white apron and black checkered pants chasing after the moose yelling "i weeel getayooo mooose. i weeel keeel you witch mah gun!" apparently Y. Droogsmans is an avid hunter. he wanted to kill the moose with one antler and cut him up and cook him and serve him to the residents. what a nut.
well today i finally thought all the moose with one antler hype was past us, then i get this e-mail: "Pictures of our moose are on current events folder." OUR MOOSE? hhahahahahahaahahhhh we own him now. anyway, up above is the picture of "our moose." it's Washington Postcard Worthy.